"A 23-year-old female college student ...... committed suicide three years ago"

Lu Jia opened the webpage and entered keywords to search for the suicide of female college students three years ago, and this search found that the suicide rate of college students due to various reasons is really not ordinarily high.

Look down one by one, "23-year-old female college student Chinese New Year's Eve missing in XX City", "23-year-old female college student disappeared mysteriously", "23-year-old female college student committed suicide by jumping off the building", "female college student committed suicide by lying on the rails", "female college student committed suicide by jumping off the building because she was unable to repay the online loan......"

"Alas...... Today's kids can't think about it. Lu Jia sighed as she continued to browse.

"A 23-year-old female college student committed suicide by jumping off a building after attending a party." This piece of news from three years ago caught her attention.

The female student in the accident is named Su Zi, 23 years old, from the Chinese Department of Xiannan University.

It is said that on the night of the accident, he and some classmates attended the orientation party for new students, and accidentally fell from the upstairs after drinking. Since then, the school building has been relocated and converted into a women's dormitory.

"Su Zi, Zi'er? 23 years old, most likely this girl. She saw several pictures of beautiful girls posted at the bottom of the page, circled in red by the girl she had seen behind the aunt in the evening.

She found some more relevant information about Su Zi, and in a post bar, some messages were discussed: "Senior Sister Su Zi is a student with excellent character and learning. Senior sister go well. ”

"It's a pity for this girl."

"The teachers at Xia Nan University are all a bunch of trash."

"This girl died unjustly. Inside ...... Hehe" Lu Jia saw that this message was left by a name called "unknown". The profiles are all blank.

It seems that Su Zi's death really has a hidden secret.

After turning off the lights, Lu Jia looked at the ceiling in a daze. That girl was about the same age as herself, the age when she was supposed to bloom like a flower, but she died prematurely.

"Maybe you need to go to Xia Nan University." Lu Jia fell asleep holding her phone, and the page stayed on Su Zi's photo, and the girl's bright smile looked at the off-screen camera, where it was now dark night.

……

In an ordinary house in Shijingshan District, this house is deserted and gloomy. In the dim light, a black-and-white photograph was placed on a table, and the girl in the photo was smiling innocently and sweetly.

The woman lit three sticks of incense and sat at the table with tears in her eyes. Her haggard face bears a sad story: in those emaciated lines, there is engraved strength and patience. The eyes that should have been black are now devoid of a woman's beauty, but flashing with sorrow and despair

The woman's chest rose and fell, and she tried her best to say to herself in a calm voice: "Zi'er, today my mother met a girl who told a fortune, as old as you, and she knew what happened to you when she saw your eight characters." Zi'er, Mom doesn't believe you'll be able to think about it. Don't worry, Mom will find out who hurt you. ”

"The girl promised to help her mother find you, and when she avenged you, she would go there to find you. I will also make dumplings for you and make your favorite fried fish. ”

The woman couldn't cry as she spoke: "My Zi'er ......"

She was tired of crying and opened the cupboard, found a clean set of clothes and pants and put them at the head of the bed, and folded them neatly. Put the note with the phone number written on it and lie down on the edge of the bed to get ready for bed. The misty smoke of the incense drifted into the corner of the wall

In the dark night, she whispered: "Zi'er, Mom will be able to avenge you soon." ”

The woman quickly fell asleep, and the incense on the table burned so quickly that it was reduced to ashes in less than five minutes. And the misty veil-like smoke produced by the incense drifted to the corner of the wall, and was all sucked into the soul of Su Zi hiding in the corner.

Su Zi walked to the side of the bed, setting off a gust of wind, and the note with the phone number written on it was blown down into the corner under the bed.

Su Zi gently touched her mother's head, and the woman whispered again: "Zi'er......"

The next day, the woman didn't get up, she had a fever, and she kept calling "Zi'er" in a coma.